Next day, there was an early phone call from Jaq. “Mum says she’d be very grateful if you could help us out today. We’ve all got a lot to do. She said she’ll feed you, we’ve got most of last night’s buffet in the fridge. She really wants you to get the mi...
We didn’t really have a special name for it in the late 1970s. If we’d had one, it wouldn’t have been anything like “Twixmas.” It was just the week between Christmas and New Year. I’d gone along on that Tuesday evening, a bit grudgingly, to my girlfriend’...
One button, a short zip, your skirt hits the floor. That tight, pert arse that attracted me is barely covered by the dark blue cotton scrap. Strappy top lifted over your head to reveal tiny tits, milky white with dark nipples already hardening to my touch...
I lift the blue cotton sundress over your head. Your tits are as wonderful as I always dreamed, the pink princess knickers were a surprise. I look down at you, and pause while I take in the view. Something I never expected to see. 'Surely you're not a vir...
'She's not back yet, but you can wait.' The sun shone through her skirt. H was different to T, rounder, not quite as tall. The legs looked good in silhouette. She was the geek, T was the flirt. 'Like what you see? Don't lie, you were gawking. Well mine ar...
C was astride me, grinding against me to get me deeper. 'F-u-c-k!' she yelled as I lifted my hips upwards, forcing myself as far in as possible without her splitting in half. I held her like that, squeezing her ample tits. She was right on the edge. She t...
That's the thing, teenage boys don't think. That is they don't always use their brains for thinking. I hadn't, and that's how I found myself looking at L's gorgeous backside as she bent over the armchair in front of me, her slender back arched downwards....
